When a restaurant has a name like Rosie’s a Love of Fare it is tempting to make cutesy puns and attempt witticisms. I’ll try to restrain myself by just saying that I love Rosie’s. It is different, it is beautiful, and it is reasonable for the quality and creativity of the food. It can, however, be a little like your friend’s delightfully precocious child who has been let loose in a kitchen with dandelion greens (organic!) and a blowtorch.